---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Talmage, James Edward
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 17
number: 6
published: 1914-04
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'James E. Talmage, "The Parable of the Photographic Plate," *Improvement Era* 17, no. 6 (April 1914): 503–506.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera176unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera176unse
start_page: 503
end_page: 506
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1914-04)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera176unse
  publication_year: 1914
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1914, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# The Parable of the Photographic Plate

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Improvement Era
Vol. XVII APRIL, 1914 No. 6
The Parable of the Photographic Plate
An Episode in Field Work
BY JAMES E. TALMAGE, OF THE COUNCIL OF THE TWELVE
On many occasions during long years of professional service as a mining geologist I have been called to the witness stand
in court, there to testify under the solemn obligation of oath, as
to results of my examination of mines and of lands supposed to
contain deposits of valuable minerals. A certain investigation
of the kind extended through many months and involved the inspection of numerous tracts of land covering parts of three
states. The particular question at issue was the true classification of the several areas as coal-bearing lands or otherwise. As
is requisite in such work, a record of all important facts as observed was made in the field ; and this record, commonly known
as the "field notes," was guarded with care, as it would form
the basis of all inferences and deductions relating to the investigation.
In due course, more than a year after the completion of the
field work, the case came to trial and I was sworn as one of the
witnesses. Under both direct and cross examination I was closely
questioned concerning the geologic structure and surface conditions of each of the specific tracts and parcels of land. I was
permitted to consult my field notes, and so to refresh my memory,
as the lawyers said ; but, as would be more accurately stated,
to assist my recollection of what I had observed while on the
ground.
Concerning one section on which no positive indication of
coal occurrence had been found, I was interrogated at length as to
the character of the surface. Was there timber on this particular
piece? Had the land any value for grazing purposes? Was the
land level or hilly? To my surprise I found myself unable to
answer with certainty. The field notes relating to this particular
area were apparently incomplete ; the record contained no sur-

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504 IMPROVEMENT ERA
face description at all ; there was no entry as to timber, grass, or
water, no mention of hills or flats. Naturally, I was disappointed
and somewhat embarrassed, as in all other descriptions my notes
had proved satisfactory. Recollection failed to supply the information called for. Try as I would I could not call to mind just
what I had observed. Beyond all doubt I had been upon the
ground, for the notes described the corner stone of the sectional
division, and gave in detail its measurements and the chiseled
notches by which it was identified as an official land-mark. When
about to acknowledge my utter inability to give the data rightly
expected of me, just as I was on the point of confessing my seemingly inexcusable failure in a very important part of my work,
I was relieved by finding in the note-book one brief entry, which,
up to that moment, had escaped my notice. It read simply "S. 10;
No. 7." This meant to me that I had taken a photograph at the
place referred to in the notes ; and the plate on which I would
find answer to the questions was No. 7 of Series 10. I had taken
many scores of pictures in the course of the long field examination ; and the plates had been stored away in the dark room, undeveloped. I asked the court's indulgence until the morrow,
promising that then I would furnish conclusive answers to the
pending questions.
That night I went to my dark room, and picked out plate
No. 7 from the dozen included in Series 10. As shown by the
memorandum slip, about fourteen months had passed since that
plate had been placed in the camera. With eager expectancy
I laid it in the tray and poured upon it the developing liquid.
Then, in the faint ruby light of the dark room, lines and shadows
gradually appeared, — shall I say like magic ? No ; but like true
miracle, which, however, in this day of popular photography, is
counted no miracle but only an ordinary common-place occurrence. When the developing and fixing processes were completed,
I examined the plate in a strong light ; and there I saw the
stone that marked the section corner; there were cattle and my
own riding horse, contentedly munching the rich grass, which
grew in abundance among stately pines and bright-hued aspen
trees ; in the foreground was a rippling stream fed by springs,
the position of which was discernible in the middle distance of a
gentle upland slope. From the negative so produced a print was
made ; this was taken into court and was there accepted as a full
and satisfactory reply to all the questions that had been left unanswered.
The record laid away with the undeveloped plates showed
that No. 7 had been exposed a fiftieth of a second. Think of
this and forget not the miracle herein made manifest. That plate
had been prepared in darkness except for the feeble and nonactinic glow of the ruby lamp ; in darkness it had been packed

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PARABLE OF THE PHOTOGRAPHIC PLATE 505
with others in a light-proof box; in darkness it had been transferred to the plate-holder ; in darkness it had been placed in the
camera, behind the magical wonder-working lens. The coverslide had been withdrawn, leaving the sensitive plate, still in
darkness, within the camera box. And then the lens shutter had
opened and for one fiftieth of a second the plate had looked out
upon the glorious landscape, after which, the shutter closed ; darkness again enveloped it, and in darkness it lay for a year and
more.
For what to us is a measure of time inconceivably short, the
light of the glorious truth of day had fallen upon the sensitized
surface of the plate, and all through the subsequent months of
dense darkness it remembered the heavenly vision. No tree, no
leaf, no flower, no grass-blade was forgotten. But mark you, only
after the plate had been immersed in the chemical mixture to
which it was responsive was the picture brought out so that men
might see and know the truth to which it so convincingly
testified.
Is the incident worth reading, worth thinking about ? Though
of but little merit as a story, it may be of some worth because of
the lessons it suggests. Who of us has not realized valuable
after-effects from some experience, which, perchance, was relatively as brief and transitory as the view of the sun-lighted scene
upon which the photographic plate looked out?
The impress of great truths, caught ofttimes by a momentary
flash of heavenly light, are held in store within the hidden recesses of the mind, forgotten, perhaps, for years. Then at a
moment of crucial test or painful trial, in the time of distress and
affliction, the active reagent compounded in the laboratory of
memory and sensitized by the elixir of inspiration is applied, and
the picture of the past is brought to light, attesting the truth in a
way that none may gainsay or deny.
Let those who minister among their fellows, as teachers of
God's word, despair not because of the seeming failure of their
efforts. You, my brethren, who through sacrifice and earnest
endeavor are devoting yourselves to the saving of souls, be of
good cheer, and yield not to the tempter's insinuation that your
labors are in vain. It may be that today, by some encouraging
word or unselfish act, by some inspired utterance, the full significance of which may have been unrealized by yourselves, you
have opened the lens behind which lay a receptive, truth-seeking
soul ; and though the glory of Divine truth has lightened up that
darkened mind for an instant only, the effect is not lost nor will
it be forgotten.
Leave the developing of the picture to the Master, who will
bring out its lights and its shadows, its verdure and flowers, in
his own time, and by means that are to him surest and best.

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Now is Christ Risen
BY NANCY BYRD TURNER
Now is Christ risen from the dead !
Now brightening from sea to sea,
The wistful land is garmented
In ancient beauty wondrously.
Here flaunts a vine, here shakes a horn.
Here rings a blossom's fragile bell,
Here buds a rod, 'twixt night and morn,
Like Aaron's miracle.
So deep the heart of earth is stirred,
Far down, its humblest hoarded seed
Thrills to the echo of the word
That Christ is risen indeed.
How should a violet lift its face,
Safe resurrected, perfect, fair,
And He who fashioned all that grace
Lie dust beneath it there?
How should a trembling tendril stir,
A slender sword-thrust cleave the sod,
And He bide in a sepulcher —
Their Lord and God ?
Nay, but an age ago unfurled
One dawn, from out a rock strong riven,
In an old garden of the world
The white, white Flower of Heaven !
O ye who mourn, new graves beside,
That same deliverance shall be
For them, our last great Eastertide,
That shook the slope of Calvary.
O ye who doubt nor understand,
Who see the guarded tomb alone,
For but a prayer an angel's hand
Will roll away the stone.
O ye who know, the dark is fled,
The day is on the hills again ;
Since Christ hath risen from the dead
There is no death ! Amen !
— Youth's Companion.
